As he came to his senses a bidding headache assaulted him, making his eyes closed due to the dull pain. The back of his skull throbbed like the beating heart of a newborn. He bit out his lips to curse and moved his hand to inspect the damage and found that he could not move freely.
His legs too were immobilised, which he noticed when he tried to get up.
The violent hum of the bizarre whip while streaking through the air assaulted his battered body, calling forth a grimace of agony. A steady dripping sound echoed around him but he did not know the source.
All he could see was a pure white ceiling room without any furniture. His hope of returning to the days of glory was thoroughly crushed.
Following the unknown figure, instead of the life of safety that he was promised, all he got was endless torture. Since that day every moment of his life had become dull being pulled into darkness and all he could do was lay around and get abused.
